Peas in the laundry
Skates on the stairs
Car keys in the trash
(put there on a dare)
Raisins in the carpet
Cheerios in the john
Nail polish on the dog
Laundry dots the lawn
A child lives here it's clear to see
Or maybe two or four or three
And here's a jar with a bumblebee
Is that a bra up in the tree?
Peanut butter-spackled walls
Jelly-coated drapes
Toys scattered on the stairs
A fish tank full of grapes
Bubblegum stuck in the drain
Footprints made with tar
Tax returns in the circular file
House plants in the car
A child lives here, as you might guess
It's easy to tell from the godawful mess
And although at times I feel great stress
Most of he time, I feel well blessed.
Categories:
circular file, children, funny, games, humor,
Form: Rhyme
With email and texting replacing the mail
And bills paid online or by phone,
There’s something I wonder about and I know
This dilemma is not mine alone.
I’m stuck with a surplus – perhaps you are, too,
Of labels which list my address;
They all come from charities, many of which
I give nothing to, if I confess.
Yet still they arrive, bearing flowers or flags
Or puppies or snowmen or hearts.
I should throw them away but hang onto them – why?
‘Cause I’m lacking in discarding smarts.
For maybe I’ll need them – you never can tell –
Although if you’d look at the pile,
You’d realize they’ll surely outlast me by years
So it’s time for that circular file.
The future’s a question mark, that much we know
But if we can just follow the trend,
We’ll arrive at a point when I’m certain we’ll see
Free address labels come to an end.
Categories:
circular file, life,
Form: Rhyme